Disgusting.
So disgusting.
Disgusting beyond description. It was as if 100,000 foot-pickers had played soccer and then danced on his tongue with their athlete's foot.
As that flavor erupted on his tongue, Huai Shi's mind went blank, his Source Substance wailed in turmoil, and he nearly lost his will in an instant.
Yet, he still lost that segment of memory.
It was as if even the Book of Fate was reluctant to record that unspeakably horrific memory, revealing only vast blankness.
That was truly... indescribable despair.
Huai Shi began to regret, to fear. Then, he started to ponder the meaning of life, the universe, and this world—where he stood, where he was going, and why he was even alive...
By the time he came back to his senses, he had already collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely, convulsing involuntarily, feeling waves of agonizing spasms rising from his stomach.
Soon, he was relieved.
He could no longer feel his stomach.
